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I, Maximus Galius, am a captain in the Roman army. I command a legion of the finest soldiers in Rome. At a height of 6’2″ I tower over the men under my command and this helps me to command their respect. They all follow my orders without question. Tomorrow I will lead them into battle against an army from the south. We will crush them.

My sword bearer, my closest aid in battle, named Claudius, is preparing my armor and weapons. He sees to it that everything I need will be in top working order. My sword is sharpened, my armor is fastened and waiting for me. He will follow me into battle, carrying extra weapons and fighting alongside me.

My First Lieutenant, Marcus, is seeing to it that the men are focused, disciplined and prepared for tomorrow’s battle.

Being the officer in charge of an entire legion affords me certain luxuries. I have a large, multi-room tent that is furnished and very comfortable. I have a staff of other servants who see to my needs. I also have a staff of handmaidens, personally selected by me. They meet other needs that I may have and do a fine job keeping me satisfied when I am away from home. One of those maidens stands before me now, just having brought me a chalice of wine. She is the newest of all the maidens and is quite captivatingly beautiful. I do not know her age but she is only slightly younger than the others. How she came to be a handmaiden, I do not know, only that she was offered to me by Caesar himself. She is wearing the typical clothing of all my maidens, a sheer white toga that is tied at her waist with a gold cord. The sheerness of it reveals the beauty of her body and stirs me to arousal. I look at her with hunger but restrain myself.

“Is there anything else I can do for you my lord?” she says as she lowers the top of her toga.

I stand and cup one of her breasts in my hand. My hand is large and it makes her look even more petite as I fill it with her supple breast. She inhales and presses against me. She feels me swell under my tunic and smiles.

“Not tonight my dear.” I tell her. “Tonight I save my strength for tomorrow’s victory. But I assure you, tomorrow night I will celebrate our victory by taking you, ravaging you and devouring you.”

I had withheld affections for the last three nights to build up energy, strength and rage. It will see me through the battle, focus my mind and make my sword strike with strength and fury. The maiden leaves me as I start to plan tomorrow’s strategy.

Before dawn the next morning, Marcus has mustered the men and we begin marching, ready to bring the fight to an enemy of Rome. The march does not take long and we are soon within sight of the horde. I look at their encampment and see that they are only now rising from their sleep. We have the element of surprise. At the top of my lungs I shout the order to attack. We charge into the camp. I lead the way and my sword strikes the first blow of the battle, toppling a front guard. My archers released the first volley of arrows, striking down lines of the enemy. My foot soldiers’ swords struck blow after blow against the infantry, still trying to gather their armor and weapons. The battle moved swiftly, my troops overrunning the enemy and crushing them. By midday the battle was won and the remaining enemy soldiers who were still alive were taken captive. They would be taken to Rome and put to work as slaves. We gathered our fallen, of which there were very few. Wounds were dressed. We began the march back to our camp, chanting victory cries and songs.

Upon arriving at our camp I ordered the officers to see to the needs of their men. Food was already prepared and barrels of wine were brought out. The men would celebrate their victory tonight.

I returned to my tent. I loosened the buckles of my armor and let it fall. Two maidens had already prepared a bath. The large bronze tub was filled with steaming water. The maidens removed my tunic and toga. I stood naked before them. I stepped into the hot water. The maidens removed their togas and stepped in with Avrupa yakası travesti me. They washed me with soft linen. They rinsed me with pitchers of fresh, hot water. Their hands felt soft and tantalizing as they rubbed scented oil over my body. The rage and fury of battle soon turned to lust as the soft flesh of their naked bodies pressed against me as they continued to tend to me.

Claudius, my sword bearer, was also present in my tent. He too had shed his garments and was being tended to by his favorite maidens. He was being bathed and his few wounds bandaged. He was looking at one particular maiden, a red head from the north lands, with hunger. The other maiden, a very dark skinned girl from Africa, was running her hands up his legs as she oiled him.

My mind was on the newest of my maidens, the one who served me wine last night. She is a true Roman beauty, the finest our empire has to offer as far as I was concerned. I pulled one of the maidens in the bath to me and kissed her, running my hand over her body.

“Where is the new girl?” I asked

“She is with the others, in the servants tent, sir” she answered.

“Get her, bring her to me.”

“Yes my lord,” she answered obediently and she hurried off without putting her toga back on.

The other maiden in the tub with me was kneeling down now and looking at my swelling cock. The thrill of battle, the sweet taste of victory, the soft skin of the women against me all combined to stir the animal in me. She reached her hand out and caressed the length of me. I grew more firm in her touch.

“Your size matches your towering height my master” she said.

The gods had seen fit to endow me with size that made most other Romans envious. My handmaidens were kept quite satisfied and enjoyed their duties. Few of them, no matter who they served, complained. They were afforded luxuries most servants didn’t have. None refused to meet their masters’ needs. Roman men are taught from an early age how to please their lovers. Even the servants are the beneficiaries of such talents and it is rare that they leave their masters’ beds unfulfilled.

I looked at the beauty kneeling in the tub before me and smiled. Her tongue had joined her hands in their quest to please me. The cloth door of my tent opened and Marcus, my first lieutenant, entered.

“Ah, Marcus, enter”

“Sir, the men are squared away for the night.” He said.

“Good, and the prisoners?”

“Secured sir,” he said, “and under heavy guard.”

“Excellent!” I replied as the maiden’s warm mouth engulfed me, “Excellent work Marcus. Take two maidens and join us here.”

“Thank you sir.” Marcus said as he bowed in salute to me and motioned for two fair skinned maidens to come to him. They knew of his reputation as a skilled lover and did not hesitate to join him.

The curtains parted and the newest of my maidens was shown in. She looked nervous and excited at the same time.

“Hello my dear.” I said to her, “Did I not tell you that tonight you would help me celebrate our victory?”

“You did my lord,” She said dutifully.

I approached her and took her by the shoulders, my large hands wrapping around her. She gasped.

“Do not be concerned. Tonight will be very enjoyable for you.” I told her.

“I’m sorry my lord, I’m just so new to this.” Her voice was soft.

“I’m going to savor you like the finest wine and show you pleasure like you did not know existed.”

I pulled her in and kissed her strongly. She melted into my arms and pressed against my naked body. My hands found her soft breasts. Her nipples were firm and erect against my palms. My cock, standing tall and firm, was pressed against the soft skin of her abdomen. Her small hand reached between us and circled me. Her delicate fingers were in contrast to the bulging veins, the protruding head, and the hardness of my cock. I felt the desire and energy flow through me. I was on fire with lust. Under different circumstances this energy would be used to crush Avrupa yakası travestileri the enemy.

Tonight it would be used to satisfy my desire and show this maiden how a man is supposed to make her feel. I grasped her under her arms and lifted her, my shoulders and arms flexing. Her weight was like a feather to me in this state. I pulled her up so her breasts were level with my face. I took a nipple between my lips and pulled gently at it. She threw her head back and ground herself against me. Her soft feminine lips were now rubbing on my cock as I held her up. I alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other as I felt her wetness grow the more she gyrated on me.

I lifted her even higher and quickly slipped first one hand then the other under her legs. I cradled her with my arms and her legs wrapped around my head. She was sitting on my shoulders now but facing the opposite as I. Her beautiful feminine folds were directly in my face. I plunged my tongue into her, tasting her. I was like a ravenous beast licking honey from a dish. Her taste was intoxicating to me, better than any wine Rome has to offer. She held my head and began to squeal in a high pitched, pleading wail. I held her up, my head back, devouring her as she cried out. Her wetness was overflowing as my tongue attacked her.

Soon, I laid her down on the soft cushions that made up the bed in my tent. There was room for many on this bed. She was breathing deeply and her eyes were glazed over as if she were drunk. I looked around. Claudius was laying on his back. The red headed maiden from the north was sitting astride his face and moaning deeply as she clutched at her breasts. The dark skinned african maiden was filling her mouth with his manhood, sucking and stroking obediently as she let one hand please herself.

Marcus was equally occupied with his two maidens. One was on her knees before him. He was taking her from behind, aggressively thrusting. The other maiden was behind him, her hands moving from his chest to his balls, caressing him as she licked and sucked at his neck, shoulders and arms.

I gazed down at the maiden before me. She was laying on her back, legs opened and offering herself to me. She looked at me and I could sense the desire in her, as great as that which was in me. I dropped down onto her, catching myself before my weight crashed into her. I kissed her again and her arms wrapped around my waist. I lowered a little more and my cock found its place between her wet lips. I moved my hips and slid the length of myself up and down between her folds. She moaned and reached her hand down between us. She grasped me and guided me to her opening.

I pushed, slowly. I felt her open as I eased in. She gasped. She was hot and wet as I pressed and eased deeper into her. Her tightness was like nothing I had felt before. She gripped me with strength I could not have guessed she had. I kept pushing and sinking deeper. She moaned in short gasps as I filled her. I held for a moment, savoring the feeling of her. I was rigid as a statue inside her. Her small hands grasped at my waist. I began to slowly thrust and this brought new waves of moans from her. This time they were deep and guttural and emanated from within her with every thrust I gave her.

Every muscle in my body was tense as I held myself up as my hips began to move gradually faster. The other two maidens that were with me in the bath had laid down on either side of her. Their hands were caressing both of us as they watched in fascination as I plunged into her. Their eyes fixed on my cock as it thrusted over and over. The new maiden was crying out in delirious pleasure as I reached every spot in her that gave her the most pleasure. Hands caressed all over her body, massaging her breasts, caressing her skin, caressing the most sensitive spots where she and I were joined. Suddenly, she cried out. Her back arched. Her voice broke and her mouth was opened in a silent scream. She clutched at her breasts. She gripped Travesti avrupa yakası me with a tightness that drove me mad with desire and pleasure.

I thrust harder and faster. She flooded me with her sweet nectar. I could hold back no longer and I burst with one deep thrust. The explosive force of my orgasm made my head spin and I cried out like a beast roaring in the forest. My body shook from the shock of it. My muscles tensed and locked. The maiden cried out as another wave of pleasure crashed over her like the ocean on the beach. Her legs locked around my waist to pull me deeper into her. Pulse after pulse cursed through my shaft as I continued to climax, filling her. Our bodies trembled together and then relaxed. I moved back onto my heels, my cock overly sensitive but still rigid. I gazed at the lovely form of the maiden as she laid there. She had a look of total satisfaction on her face. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat and her chest heaved from her deep breathing. The other maidens continued to caress her but gentler now and slower.

“My lord, I can barely focus my vision,” she muttered through a haze of bliss.

“You are like a goddess sent from Mt. Olympus,” I told her.

One of the other maidens looked at me, “Master, you are still as rigid as an oak.”

“I am indeed, and in need of more attention.” I answered.

She smiled and knew exactly what to do. She moved in, kissed me and then lowered her head. Her lips encircled me and her tongue snaked around my head. I moaned. She is the most skilled of all my maidens. Her lips gripped me tightly and slid up and down my shaft. My hand roamed over her body and caressed her. I slid my hand over her ass and moved it between her legs. My fingers found her wet and swollen beauty and eased inside to pleasure her. She moaned over my cock and I could feel the vibrations of her voice. Her hand stroked me as her other caressed my low hanging balls. I was getting lost in the pleasure that she was giving me. I looked over at Claudius.

The dark skinned african was now sitting on him, gyrating as she rode his cock. She leaned against the red headed maiden who was still sitting on his face. The two held each other up and caressed each other as Claudius pleasured them both. Marcus was laying on his back. His two maidens were both licking up and down his very swollen cock. He looked ready to explode. One of their hands grasped him and stroked him. This pushed him over the edge and he erupted, spraying the essence of his manhood over himself and the maidens.

My very skilled maiden worked with all her talent to give me pleasure. She was devoted to pleasing me and her talents were beyond compare. I surrendered to her. I leaned back and jutted my hips up. My fingers sank deeper and caressed her. Her mouth pulled at me as if to draw out my very soul. Her hand, slickened by my own wetness, glided up and down me, coaxing me nearer. My pleasure was growing and my need for release building higher and higher.

The creaking of the floorboards snapped me back to reality and I opened my eyes. You were standing in the doorway looking at me. I was laying on the bed. I hadn’t heard you come up the stairs. My hand was still stroking my hard dick as it registered that you were watching me. You had a smile on your face and your eyes were following the motion of my hand. Then it hit me that your shirt was open. One hand was gently caressing your breast. To my surprise, your other hand was inside your pants. I could see your fingers moving.

The thoughts of the Roman captain and his maidens still lingered in my mind. That, combined with the very real image of you standing there, caressing yourself, pushed me over the edge. I moaned and my leg muscles tensed as I came. I felt the hot, white liquid hit my stomach as I watched the expression on your face change from a smile to a more lusty fascination. My hand slowed down but continued to stroke as you walked over to the bed and sat down. You pulled your pants off and pushed your shirt off your shoulders. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out the magic wand.

“Your turn,” I said with a sly grin.

You took the wand and eased back on some pillows.

“Don’t mind if I do” you said as the motor on the wand started buzzing and you closed your eyes as it contacted you. This reality was so much better than any fantasy.

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